Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.